Jhe Presentation oj a Hook
All through one's life, the gift of a
book is in order. Children love to re-
ceive picture books that are for them
treasure chests of wonder and delight.
After they have learned to read, they
are very anxious to accept as gifts,
books that portray romance and adven-
ture. Then, as the years roll on, and
their tastes and capacities develop — as
they approach adulthood — they seek
more and more within the covers of
books for pleasure, diversion and wis-
dom; and their pleasure at receiving
books as gifts is only intensified with
the passing of years.
Now and again a person is honored
in receiving as a gift a book directly
from the author — with the author's au-
tograph on the fly leaf. When this hap-
pens it is a land mark in the book
You, dear reader, are accepting here-
with a book with the best wishes of
its several authors. We hope you feel
honored. But there is a further reason
why your gratification on the re-
ceipt of this book is expected by us.
The reason is that we of the Gradu-
ating Class have not only been its au-
thors, but we are its principal charac-
ters. This book contains the romance,
the drama, the narrative of our lives
for the last four years.
During those four years, other char-
acters have appeared — students who
attended Williamsburg High School for
a time and who have left. They played
their parts well, they have made their
impression on the story; and we thank
them for the minor parts they have
played in making our stay more inter-
esting and human.
Right now, though, there are only
sixteen of us left — sixteen characters
who were destined from the first to play
a part in the book right to the last sen-
tence of the last chapter.
We have loved appearing as char-
acters in the book. We have loved
writing it. Our pleasure is great in pre-
senting to you this portrayal of four
years of our lives. Our sincere hope is
that you, dear reader, will discover it
to be a breathing, vibrant story of hu-
NANCY J. DUNPHY '49
To Mr. Williamson, our teacher and friend, in appreciation of his freely given
assistance and untiring patience, we gratefully dedicate this issue of the Tattler.
Edward C. Foster
Anne T. Dunphy
Robert M. Branch
E. Doris Skrivars
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Editor-in-Chief Nancy Dunphy
Assistant Editor Reta Ice
Business Manager Howard Tiley
Assistants Anne Sabo and Murilyn Graves
Literary Editor Ann LeDuc
Assistant Esther Loomis
Alumni Editor Doris Shumway
Assistant Irene Ferron
Sports Editor Robert Durbin
Assistant Anna Mae Sincage
Exchange Editor Theresa La Course
Assistant Ruth Merritt
Faculty Advisors . . Mr. Williamson and Mrs. Grinnell
Faculty Pictures 3
Senior Class Pictures 6
Class History 14
Class Will 15
Class Prophecy 16
Prophecy on the Prophet 18
Class Grinds . 18
Song and Movie Hits ... 19
Class Statistics 20
Class of '49 22
Class of '50 23
Class of '51 24
Class of '52 ... 25
Burgy Bullet Staff 32
Forensic League 33
Glee Clubs 34
The Clue of the Red Ribbon 35
Pro Merito 36
Cheer Leaders 36
Basketball 37. 38
Alumni Notes 43
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
JEANNETTE ANNE BALDWIN
This business-like damsel hails from
Haydenville. She is very easy-going
and has never been known to take sides
in an argument. Her favorite pastime is
writing letters to the Army Air Force.
Glee Club 4; Prom Committee 3; Christ-
mas Ball Committee 3; Basketball 3, 4.
Class Play Committee 4; Burgy Bullet 4;
Co-captain basketball Team 3.
Jolly "Al" Bashful
NANCY JANE DUNPHY
Whenever there is a dance, you are
bound to find Nancy. Although she is
noted for her Irish temper, she is always
willing to work for the class. This Hay-
denville lass writes letters to her Army
friends, and is constantly forgetting
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Review Staff 3
Burgy Bullet Staff 4; Tattler Staff 3, 4
Class Historian 4; Christmas Ball 3
Prom Committee 3; Class Play 4; Music
Festival 4; Class Play Committee 4; Bas-
ketball 3, 4; Editor-in-chief Tattler 4; As-
sistant Editor-in-chief Tattler 3.
Nice Jovial Daring
ROBERT ERNEST DURBIN
This boy comes all the way from Con-
way to good old "Burgy High". Al-
though Bob is easily excited, we all
know that he is a very good sport.
Wherever Bob is, there is a crowd of
girls and many packs of fresh gum. We
know that his pet peeve is studying in
Baseball 2, 3, 4; Tattler Staff 3, 4; Class
Play Committee 4; Christmas Ball 3;
Prom Committee 3.
Robust Excitable Dramatic
IRENE ELIZABETH FERRON
Our Irene is a "Burgy" lass. Outstand-
ing are her large mischievous blue
eyes. She will always be remembered
by her classmates for her giggling and
arguing in English IV, and also for her
interest in Snyder's school bus. Our
vivacious Irene will ne'er be forgotten.
Glee Club 1, 2; Prom Committee 3;
Christmas Ball Committee 3; Tattler 4;
Burgy Bullet 4; Review 3; Class Play 4;
Class Play Committee 4; Class His-
Impish Elusive Free
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
DOROTHY BERTHA GOLASH
One can always tell this Haydenville
lass by her shrill harsh voice. Although
Dorothy makes her teachers angry at
times, she will always be remembered
for her sparkling smile, neat dressing,
and her ability as an excellent athlete.
Historian 2; Secretary of Class 3; Prom
Committee 3; Christmas Ball Commit-
tee 3; Basketball 3, 4; Captain of Bas-
ketball 3; Class Play 4; Burgy Bullet
Staff 4; Glee Club 4.
Doubtful Boisterous Gay
THERESA CECILE LaCOURSE "Terry"
Our petite member of the class is Ther-
esa. It doesn't take much to make this
good student from Haydenville blush.
Theresa likes the Navy very much. Al-
though she may seem frank at times,
she will always be remembered as a
good sport and friend.
Glee Club 1, 3; Vice-president of class 1,
3, 4, Treasurer of Class 2; Tattler Staff
3, 4, Review Staff 1, 2, 3; Burgy Bullet
Staff 4, Class Play 4; Prom Committee 3;
Pro Merito 4, Class Play Committee 4,
Christmas Ball Committee 3.
Timid Capable Lovable
ANN ARLENE LeDUC
'Duchess" the president of our class,
comes from Chesterfield. She is a favor-
ite with her classmates and also with
the teachers. This girl will always be re-
membered for her pleasing personality
and fine leadership.
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Music Festival 4;
Revue Staff 1, 2, 3; Editor-in-chief of
Revue 3; Burgy Bullet Staff 4; Tattler
Staff 3, 4; Alumni Editor of Tattler 3;
Literary Editor of Tattler 4; Representa-
tive to Mass. Girls' State 3; D.A.R. Dele-
gate 4; Pro Merito 4; Prom Committee
Chairman 3; Class Play 4; Class Presi-
dent 3, 4; Christmas Ball Chairman 3;
Class Play Committee 4.
Amiable Ambitious Loyal
ESTHER JANE LOOMIS
Esther is our trim and neatly dressed
girl. Although this Haydenville girl is
very frank, she will always be remem-
bered for her charming personality.
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Secretary 1,
4; President 2; Tattler Staff 2, 3, 4; Revue
Staff 2, 3; Burgy Bullet Staff 4; Class
Play 4; Class Play Committee 4; Basket-
ball Team 3, 4; Music Festival 4; Prom
Committee 3; Christmas Ball Commit-
Efficient Joyful Lovely
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
RUTH ELLEN MERRITT
This quiet and very reserved girl is
from Lithia. We all know Ruth for be-
ing so studious and her fondness for the
Navy. With her gentle way and co-op-
erative attitude we know that Ruth
Ellen will be a successful nurse.
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Music Festival 4;
Pro Merito 3, 4; Prom Committee 3; Re-
vue Staff 1, 3; Burgy Bullet Staff 4; Tat-
tler Staff 4; Dramatic Club 1; Class Play
Committee 4; Class Play 4; Christmas
Ball Committee 3.
Reliable Earnest Merit
ALFRED JOHN PAPINEAU
Alfred was a late comer to our class,
joining us in the latter part of our Jun-
ior year. He is the "big boy" of our
class and comes from Goshen. "Pappy"
is noted for playing baseball and giv-
ing teachers a hard time.
Baseball 3, 4.
"Atlas" Just Polite
LORRAINE JOAN RICHARDSON "Lull"
Our jolly young student is Lorraine.
Although she doesn't have the temper
that usually goes with red hair and
freckles, she gets in the teachers' hair.
This good sport from Goshen keeps the
classes buzzing with all her jokes.
Glee Club 4; Prom Committee 3; Christ-
mas Ball 3; Basketball 3, 4; Class Play
Likable Jolly Rugged
ARLENE MAE SEARS
This Goshen miss is very congenial and
will always be remembered for the part
she played in our class play. This hap-
py-go-lucky girl is noted for her nice
Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Christmas Ball Com-
mittee 3; Class Play 4; Class Play Com-
mittee 4; Prom Committee 3; Basketball
Active Merry Sincere
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
DORIS ANNE SHUMWAY
Another Burgy lass, "Doodie" is a good
sport and an excellent student. She is
very frank and has a way of taking
good care of things that belong to her.
She is thoughtful, and has a particular
yen for the Army Air Force.
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Sec. of Class 2;
Music Festival 4; Basketball 3, 4; Cap-
tain 4; Tattler Staff 4; Alumni Editor
Burgy Bullet 4; Alumni Editor Revue
Staff 1; Cheerleader 4; Prom Committee
3; National Poetry Contest 1; Play Com-
mittee 4; Christmas Ball Committee 3.
Delightful Ambitious Sport
MARY THERESA SROCZEK
"M. T." is the genius of the class. She
is very studious and always willing to
lend a helping hand to a friend in need.
Although Mary is sarcastic at times, it
is only because our pranks seem child-
ish to a girl with such ability. She is a
true friend and will go far.
Forensic League 2; Pro Merito 3, 4; Sec-
retary of Student Book Guild 3, 4; Class
Master Truthful Scholar
HOWARD HOWES TILEY
"Bub" is a native of "Burgy" although
he spends most of his time in Hayden-
ville. He is the first member of the class
to become engaged. His classmates will
always remember him for being elusive
with teachers, and talking during class
Treasurer of Class 3, 4; Basketball 3;
Captain 3; Baseball 3, 4; Sports Editor
3; Business Manager for Tattler 4; Prom
Committee 3; Christmas Ball 3.
Handsome Haughty Talkative
FRANK JOSEPH VAILLANCOURT
"Frankie" is another member of the
class from "Burgy." He is a lover of the
ladies and always wears a cheery
smile. He will always be remembered
for the fine literature he reads.
Prom Committee 3; Play Committee 4;
Christmas Ball Committee 4.
"Freckles" Jester Vague
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Mi story of the C/ass of 49
I had been having some very strange
dreams which caused me to worry. I
went to a psychiatrist to tell him about
these nightmares. Suddenly a strange
feeling came as I relaxed on a couch. I
must have fallen asleep, for the next
thing I knew I was one of a group
walking up a spiral staircase. There
were four landings and each landing
was surrounded by six rooms equipped
with books and desks. On the first land-
ing we saw a room smaller than the
others, which was furnished to suit a
king's taste. The furniture was of the
best quality and the equipment all
modern. We were so amazed by these
surroundings that when a lady ap-
peared from this room she seemed to
cast a spell over us. We followed her
without question while she led us to
one of the rooms equipped with books
and desks. There we met the butler,
The next day that strange lady came
back; we learned that her name was
Miss Dunphy, and that she owned this
luxurious mansion. She lectured to us
about the established rules for guests
and informed us that we were to follow
them. We became quite panicky now.
for we had no intention of staying and
there seemed no possible escape. We
had been there about a month when
we were told to meet in the recreational
hall at 8 o'clock the following evening.
We became very excited over this
news because we thought someone
was going to help us find our way
home, but no — our hopes were dashed.
One glimpse of this huge, decorated
room told us that we weren't going
home for a long time. You see, they
were going to punish us for trespassing
on private property. The most horrible
events were two feasts, one of which
consisted of fresh angle worms a la
king; the other, tomato mud juice a la
mode. The second terrifying experi-
ence was a wedding. What would my
mother think when she found out her
innocent baby daughter had been led
blindly into marriage?
After this trying experience, we de-
cided that we had better appoint the
more capable members of our group
to devise a plan of escape. We chose
Warren McAvoy as chairman; Theresa
LaCourse, Esther Loomis, Edward Mc-
Coigan, and Irene Ferron as assistants.
We knew it was against the rules for
guests to throw erasers, chalk, and air-
planes around the room, but alas, we
were always in the act when Miss
Dunphy decided to visit us.
Suddenly I awoke and was surprised
to find myself in a doctor's office. I had
lost all track of time and direction. He
told me not to worry, that everything
would be all right, so I went home and
lay down for a rest; but there was no
rest for the wicked. My head had no
sooner hit the pillow than I started
dreaming again. This time we man-
aged to get as far as the second floor
when Miss Dunphy joined us, and, as
before, she showed us to our room.
Having lost some of our friends, we de-
cided to elect a new committee. Esther
Loomis was chairman, and Allen Syl-
vester, Doris Shumway, Theresa La-
Course and Dorothy Golash were chos-
en as aides. We felt a little more se-
cure, as we thought we knew what our
hosts had planned for us, but we did
not expect the struggle that we did
have. The new gardener, Mr. Hill,
stayed with us a year — I guess by this
time were were really problem chil-
I awoke and being hungry, went out
to get something to eat. When I re-
turned, I was very sleepy and jumped
into bed and before I knew it, I was
stumbling up the third flight of stairs
looking for my friends, and found them
already choosing new members, and
was greeted by icy stares for being
late. Ann LeDuc captured the chair-
man's seat and Theresa LaCourse, Dor-
othy Golash, Howard Tiley and Ray-
mond Morin were assistants. We were
very lonesome on the third floor; there
simply had to be some way out, and
we decided to look for it before we
went any farther. We had to do some-
thing to raise money so we had a Prom
and Christmas Ball; we held card par-
ties, and food sales, but all the time
"escape" was running through our
minds. We acted very cheerful and did
the things asked of us, for we knew we
would be successful. Mr. Branch, the
new butler, was very efficient and was
very helpful to us in our scheme to slip
away, never to return.
For a while those awful dreams left
me, and I enjoyed a few nights of
peaceful sleep. But I might have
known they would return. When 1
managed to drag myself up to the
fourth floor my comrades were working
on a plan. We discovered that if we
had about $500 our plan would work.
It was finally agreed to present a play
for we could certainly earn the balance
we needed. One day when Mrs. Grin-
nell, the maid, had left the room, Ann
LeDuc, the new chairman, was making
arrangements, Theresa LaCourse, Es-
ther Loomis and Bub Tiley were going
over the books, while Nancy Dunphy
was keeping a sharp lookout for tres-
passers. We decided we would leave
Monday morning by way of the ventil-
ator in the laboratory, for home. Some-
how it didn't work out that way, be-
cause we landed in New York City at
the Woodstock Hotel. This didn't stop
us, though, because we decided to
make the most of our mistake. We vis-
ited Radio City, Rockefeller Center, the
Empire State Building, the Statue of
Liberty and many other places of in-
Thursday morning we woke up to
find that our strange lady's spell had
followed us to New York, and was
compelling us to return to the mansion.
Our Mistress came to visit us the first
morning we were back and told us that
on June 23rd we would be released
from the spell. This meant we would be
free to roam the outer world, making
the most of our opportunities and also
giving us hope that our anxiously
waited-for goal, to be free, would soon
Strange as it may seem, after I
stopped eating spaghetti before going
to bed, those strange dreams never re-
IRENE FERRON '49
Jiasi vllill and Jesiameni
We, the class of 1949, of the town of
Williamsburg, County of Hampshire,
State of Massachusetts, being of an un-
sound mind and body, do declare and
publish that this is our one and only
Last Will and Testament:
To the Freshman Class, we bequeath
our good manners and behavior; we
believe our little infants can use them.
To the Sophomore Class, we leave
our ability to raise money, so that they
will have a successful class trip.
To the Junior Class, we provide all
our vacant seats, and hope they will
enjoy them as we have.
To Mr. Merritt, we leave a one year's
subscription to the Springfield Union —
he would appreciate GOOD news oc-
To Miss Dunphy, our guiding princi-
pal, we leave a bell to warn the stu-
dents when she is approaching.
To Mrs. Grinnell, our jolly homeroom
teacher, we each donate five cents for
all the times she tried to collect it, when
we were caught chewing gum.
To Mr. Foster, we wish to leave a
nice soft chair, as the table in the lab
isn't going to hold out forever.
To Mr. Branch, our hot-tempered
teacher, we leave a pair of boxing
To Mr. Williamson, an interesting
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
and helpful teacher, we wish to give
our thanks and appreciation for all the
many things he has tried to do for us
and the school.
To Miss Skrivars, our fair lady, we
leave a loud speaker for use in study
halls, so that she won't lose her voice,
Dorothy Golash leaves her basket-
ball ability to Joan Baldwin to see
whether she can do as much with a
basketball as Dorothy did.
Mary Sroczek wills her high honors
to Burke Ray if he feels that he can use
Lorraine Richardson leaves her driv-
ing ability to Irene Matrishon who
seems slightly frightened when driving.
Irene Ferron wishes to give her fits
of giggling to Audrey Filkins.
Esther Loomis leaves her way with
the boys to Shirley Magdalenski, a cute
Ruth Merritt leaves her favorite word
"Sailor" to Joyce Morin.
Alfred Papineau leaves his baseball
ability to Earl Richardson, a great little
Robert Durbin leaves a big, white or-
chid to Gail Papineau.
Nancy Dunphy leaves all her danc-
ing partners to Jean Harlow who also
is a dance fan.
Ann Le Due, our all-around girl,
lends her sweet personality to Robert
Ames if he feels he needs it.
Doris Shumway leaves her friendli-
ness to Robert Liimatainen, a bashful
Howard Tiley leaves his many ex-
cuses to Reta Ice, the girl with so many
Theresa La Course leaves her quiet
ways to Alice Kwiecinski; the girl who
just loves to talk.
Frank Vaillancourt wills Charles
Warner his place in the lab. This is one
place you are sure to find Frank.
Arlene Sears leaves her ability as a
comedienne to Lucy Barnas, a quiet
In witness thereof; we do declare
that this Last Will and Testament, was
duly signed and sealed by the Class of
1949, of the Town of Williamsburg,
State of Massachusetts.
"U. S. Marines"
— JEANNETTE BALDWIN
When, in the hot summer of 1969, I
decided to go on a cross-country trip,
I took out my new Mercury and started
on my way. Arriving in Springfield, I
decided to do a little shopping in
Forbes <S Wallace. I was trying on a
hat when Ann LeDuc came in. She rec-
ognized me at once, and we had a nice
little chat. I found out that Ann had
completed her nurse's training at
Mercy Hospital in Springfield, and had
married a young doctor who was now
the nation's leading brain surgeon.
She said that she had nothing to do
now but take care of her four sons.
After Springfield, my next stop was
Hartford. There in a restaurant where
I stopped to get a bite to eat, I met
Theresa LaCourse. From her I learned
that after she had finished her nurse's
training at St. Francis Hospital in Hart-
ford, she had married a publisher and
was now the mother of two boys and a
girl. I reluctantly left and started for
the next point in my itinerary — New
I arrived in New York City, about 5
in the afternoon, and stopped at a
hotel. Just as I was about to enter the
elevator, I felt a hand touch my arm, I
turned, and to my surprise, found my-
self facing Nancy Dunphy. Later, up in
my room she told me what she had
been doing. Nancy had given up her
career as a nurse to marry an up-and-
coming lawyer, who was now the Unit-
ed States Senator for the State of New
York. They were both proud of their
son, who was a freshman at the Uni-
versity of Vermont. We talked until
Nancy suddenly remembered that she
had an appointment with the govern-
or's wife. As the hotel seemed unbear-
ably quiet after Nancy left, I went to a
night club to find some amusement.
Robert Durbin danced by with a very
beautiful woman, whom he later intro-
duced as his wife. I had heard that
Bob was a successful florist, and the
beautiful orchids his wife wore proved
it. Esther Loomis was there, too, with
her husband, a very distinguished look-
ing man, who was the president of a
great manufacturing concern. She
started out by being his secretary and
ended by marrying him. As I was very
tired, I left early and returned to my
hotel for a good night's sleep before
leaving for Washington.
When I arrived in Washington, I
looked a positive fright. On an impulse
I entered a smart looking beauty shop,
and was astonished to see Arlene
Sears there. I was even more surprised
when she told me that she and her hus-
band owned fifty such shops. What a
success she was! Arlene told me that
both Doris Shumway and Ruth Merritt
came to her shop. She gave me their
addresses and I went to call on them.
At Doris' home, a butler answered the
door and showed me into the library
where she was entertaining Ruth. We
had a long talk about old times. Doris
told me that she was graduated from
Burbank and that she, too, had married
a doctor, a heart specialist. Both girls
had children. Doris had two boys and
three girls; Ruth, three girls and a boy.
After we had tea I had to leave, for I
was planning to reach Cincinnati be-
fore the week-end.
About fifty miles from Cincinnati, my
brakes gave out, but luckily there was
a repair shop close by. While waiting
for my car to be fixed, I saw Irene
Ferron. What a coincidence! She told
me that she and her husband owned
the repair shop. "Business is pretty
good," she said.
At Cincinnati, seeing that my gas
tank was getting low, I pulled in at a
deluxe service station, and tooted the
horn. Dressed in a neat blue suit was
a man whom I recognized as Howard
Tiley. I called to him and he came over
to the car. He told me that he was mak-
ing the rounds of his twenty-six service
stations. He, too, was married, and he
surprised me with the fact that he had
seven daughters. He had always liked
girls, he said, but not that many under
I hit Chicago next, and remembering
that a ball game was going to be
played there, I decided to see it. I
managed to get a good seat right over
the Cleveland Indians' dugout. Soon, a
man came over to me and said, "Re-
member me? I'm Alfred Papineau."
Certainly I remembered Alfred! He
then told me that he was coach, man-
ager, and part owner of the Indians.
In St. Louis I ran into, and mean ran
into, Frank Vaillancourt. My car acci-
dentally backed into his new Stude-
baker. While our cars were being re-
paired, we had a little talk. Frank told
me that he had married and was now
the father of five boys. He was working
with the Philco Company of which he
was only a vice-president
I headed for Forth Worth, Texas. Be-
fore I got there, my car had a flat tire,
and here I was with no spare. I went
to a house nearby to call a service sta-
tion. When I rang the door bell, a wom-
an answered. Her hair was a trifle
mussed and her cheek had typewriter
ribbon smudges on it. "Dorothy," she
cried, "where did you come from?" I
took a good look and then recognized
Mary Sroczek. She invited me in and
called the service station. While wait-
ing for the service man, she told me all
about herself. Mary had achieved her
ambition of becoming a novelist, and
had even won the Pulitzer Prize a few
years ago. But as she used the pen
name of Mary Therry, few people knew
who she really was.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
A few days later in California, my
car suddenly stalled and wouldn't start
up again. It was near an Army base,
but there was a house nearby to which
I went for help. The colored man who
answered the door listened to my story
and led me to the telephone. After I
finished telephoning, I turned to leave,
when the door opened, and two wom-
en in uniform came in. One was a ma-
jor in the Wacs, the other was a lieuten-
ant in the Waves. I recognized the
major as Lorraine Richardson and the
iieutenant as Jeannette Baldwin. We
had lunch and reminisced while we
ate. Lorraine had married an army of-
ficer who was now a four-star general,
and Jeannette had married a general
in the Air Corps.
As we sat there talking, we thoughi
of how successful our other classmates
were. Yes, the class of '49 was a class
to be proud of.
Prophecy on the Prophetess
It was an unseasonably hot day just
before Easter in the year 1969, when
my wife decided to take me window
shopping. As we walked along upper
Fifth Avenue, I was suddenly swept off
my feet and led inside a millinery shop.
Perspiration started to form on my
brow as I learned the price of the cre-
ation my wife had on her head. It was
merely a cabbage rose with a wisp of
lavender ribbon. Suddenly a very dis-
tinguished lady came flying in the
front door and stood facing me. My
first glance was at her hat which
seemed to be a sort of flower pot. But,
upon closer observation, I noticed two
very realistic blue-birds which were
perched in a nest of golden twine. As
I looked squarely into two big brown
eyes, I exclaimed, "Dorothy Golash!"
Soon we were discussing the subject of
our school days. I learned that Dottie
was the proprietor of this stylish shop.
She had started out as a hat model
and had saved and worked hard until
she was finally able to swing this shop
on Fifth Avenue. My wife told me that
Dottie was one of the smartest milliners
in New York City.
Before long Dottie insisted upon our
going to her apartment for tea. If her
shop was considered impressive, her
apartment was even more so. As we
were sipping tea, I asked if she had
ever married. She told me that she was
to be married the following summer to
a famous New York designer of wom-
en's clothing. They hoped to open an
exclusive shop together.
After a pleasant visit, reminiscing
and getting caught up with the events
of the intervening years, we bade
adieu — that is — until the following
It seems to be my task to try
To tell about our class,
So a little note about each one
To you I'll try to pass.
I'll start with Doris Shumway
The girl who likes to roam
You're bound to meet her anywhere
They say she's never home.
Mary Sroczek is the brilliant one
A hundred in every test
Always ready to help a friend
And always does her best.
From Goshen comes a good sport
With spirits seldom low
His pitching helps our ball team
His name is Papineau.
"Clothes make the man," says Durbin
Wearing a neat looking shirt
That's not his only reason
Bob's our biggest flirt.
Mountain Street sends Theresa La-
She's friendly, cute, and sweet
She's learned to mix her work with play
And besides — She's hard to beat.
Now Vaillancourt is a quiet lad
He falls asleep in class
But even so, he's with us
We knew he'd surely pass.
A hard worker comes from Chesterfield
Who sees our day's well spent
One guess — and that's enough to tell
It's Ann, our president.
When Nancy Dunphy misses her bus
And sometimes comes in tardy
Although she's late, we don't mind the
For she's the life of the party.
Irene Ferron seems to like
To joke and giggle all day
But that's the type we want with us
The girl who's always gay.
Jeannette Baldwin keeps us guessing
She writes to boys galore
It's rather hard to figure out
Who'll be rapping at her door.
Who is this happy-go-lucky girl
Who never has worries or fears?
With all of us she's been a pal
None other than Arlene Sears.
For a sporting time we have Lorraine
Who's as jolly as can be
And she really knows how to travel
In her father's new Mercury.
An ambitious girl is Ruth Merritt
And a whole lot of fun? Yes indeed!
And besides all that, she has what it
To be one of the girls in the lead.
"Don't do now what can be put off"
Is the motto of Howard Tiley
But, Bub can't be blamed for wanting
To "lead the life of Riley."
We have a popular athlete
Known to us all as "Dot"
Over girls like Dorothy Golash
Many a boy has fought.
To write about myself is hard
But this I have to say
To place my signature at the end
Is by far the easiest way.
Now that the Class of '49
is closing its time here
We leave our thanks to Burgy High
For years we hold so dear.
Jong ana Jflouie J-lih
I Love You So Much, It Hurts Me Jeannette Baldwin
My Girl's an Irish Girl Nancy Dunphy
Good Sam Bob Durbin
I Still Get Jealous Irene Ferron
Take Me Out to the Ball Game Dot Golash
The Things We Did Last Summer Theresa LaCourse
Secrets Ann LeDuc and Doris Shumway
You'll Always Be the One I Love Esther Loomis
Her Bright Smile Ruth Merritt
Confess Alfred Papineau
I'm Happy-Go-Lucky and Free Lorraine Richardson
Little Iodine Arlene Sears
I've Never Loved Anyone Mary Sroczek
I'm in Love Bub Tiley
Mumbles Frank Vaillancourt
Worry, Worry, Worry Mr. Merritt
Thanks for the Memory Miss Dunphy
Our Buddy Mrs. Grinnell
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Sweet and Lovely Miss Skrivars
Jack of All Trades Mr. Foster
A Wonderful Guy Mr. Williamson
Killer McCoy Mr. Branch
Maybe You'll Be There Diplomas
The Best Years of Our Lives Our Four Years at W. H. S.
Prettiest Girl Esther Loomis
Handsomest Boy Howard Tiley
Most Popular Girl Ann LeDuc
Most Popular Boy Robert Durbin
Best Girl Dancer Nancy Dunphy
Best Boy Dancer Howard Tiley
Best Dressed Girl Theresa LaCourse
Best Dressed Boy Robert Durbin
Quietest Student Ruth Merritt
Class Vamp Irene Ferron
Class Sheik Howard Tiley
Smartest Student Mary Sroczek
Best Girl Athlete Dorothy Golash
Best Boy Athlete Alfred Papineau
Best All-Round Student Ann LeDuc
Man Hater Mary Sroczek
Woman Hater Frank Vaillancourt
Student Most Likely to Succeed Ruth Merritt
Class Wit .... Lorraine Richardson
Most Bashful Student Theresa LaCourse
Jolliest Student Lorraine Richardson
Most Business-Like Student .... Jeannette Baldwin
Most Sophisticated Nancy Dunphy
Class Actress Esther Loomis
Most Ambitious Doris Shumway
Best Natured Arlene Sears
1949 Class *0ri
On Easter Monday fourteen high
school seniors took the 6:55 a. m. train
from Northampton bound for New York
City. During our four days sojourn our
two capable and wonderful chaper-
ones, Mrs. Doris Nuttleman and Mrs.
Ruth Rudy, took us around New
York City. The first day we seniors went
to the Radio City Music Hall ond St.
Patrick's Cathedral. During our stay
we toured Rockefeller Center, China-
town, the Bowery, the Empire State
Building, two museums, Central Park,
and on the last day we ferried to Staten
Island and back again to Manhattan.
We saw the stage show, "High Button
Shoes"; some saw the ice show at the
Center Theater. Besides doing all this
and taking subways here and there we
found time for shopping. Yes, we real-
ly became familiar with this huge city.
We returned home fourteen tired but
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2nd row Lorraine I thy Gol; ene
3rd row: Alfred Papineau. Mary Sroczek, Robert Durbin, Doris Shumv r r.k Vaillancourt
Jorfy-nine s Jarewell
The blue day has dawned wher. sixteen must depart,
A parting we make with a sorrowful heart,
missing already, our teachers, our friends,
eling the emptiness such parting lends.
Is of our school where we toiled and we learned.
Where hope and ambition both kindled and burned.
We're leaving your shelter, to shape life's des:
We : u farewell
e proud class of forty -nine.
CLASS OF 1950
1st row, left to right: Lucy Barnas, Anne Sabo, Marion Johnson, Robert Liimatainen, Reta
Ice, Joyce Morin, Shirley Magdelenski.
2nd row: Anna Mae Sincage, Herbert Nye, Henry Warner, Donald Baldwin, Charles
Mollison, Elaine Outhuse.
3rd row: Warren McAvoy, Robert McCord, Allen Warner, Robert Sharp, Charles Warner,
Absent: Joyce Colson, Earl Richardson.
President: Reta Ice Secretary: Robert Liimatainen
Vice-President: Marion Johnson Treasurer: Anne Sabo
Historian: Joyce Morin
Junior C/ass P
There are speakers among us,
And artists, too —
Of cheerleaders and ball-players,
We have a few —
We're all of us hard workers,
Our record is nifty —
We don't want to brag,
But we're the Class of 'Fifty.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
CLASS OF 1951
1st row, left to right: Frank Barron, Aaron Brown, James Magdelenski, Burke Ray.
2nd row: Lucia Penfield, Joan Baldwin, Alice Curtis, Barbara Durbin, Arthur Clary, Jean
Harlow, Dorothy Brewer, Murilyn Graves.
3rd row: Joan Bachand, Jean Hathaway, Marilyn Black, Molly Pomeroy, Marlene Shay, Ruth
Bisbee, Irene Matrishon.
4th row: Shirley Hathaway, Norman Tiley, Jane Smith, John Maggs, Elizabeth Hathaway,
Gilbert Sears, Alice Barker.
Absent: Audrey Filkins, Donald Hillenbrand.
President: Arthur Clary Secretary:
Vice-President: Barbara Durbin Treasurer:
Historian: Murilyn Graves
life Ae the
Never a pout or a frown will you see
In these future leaders of democracy
We're gruff and we're tough
And though sometimes we're rough
There's no prouder a bunch than we.
We were the ones who thought we
When this great battle had only be-
But never a class has had more fun
Than this wonderful class of '51.
JEAN ELLEN HARLOW '51
CLASS OF 1952
1st row, left to right: fames Carson, Charles Anthony, Lewis Draper, Wilbur Loomis, David
Adam, Robert Ames, Eugene Penfield.
2nd row: Jeannine Bernier, Alyce Kwiecinski, Sally Adams, John Warner, Edward Merritt,
Lawrence Snape, Rosalie Bernier, Sylvia Nye, Joyce Baldwin, Patricia Derouin.
3rd row: Lois Mollison, Joan Damon, Nancy Bickford, Mary Graves, Marjorie Sanderson,
Eileen O'Brien, Ruth McAvoy, Janet Nichols, Gail Papineau, Barbara Delage.
4th row: Donald Pringle, Robert Snape, Elson Hathaway, Norman Brisbois, Harry Pomeroy,
Bruce Purrington, Peter Shumway, Gordon Cranston, Norman LaPointe.
Absent: Richard Houghton.
President: Richard Houghton Secretary:
Vice-President: Lawrence Snape Treasurer:
Historian: John Warner
Here we are the freshmen,
Of little Burgy High,
Each time we look and think of you,
We take a breath and sigh!!
We're glad we came to Burgy High
But we'll be glad to go,
As there are many many things,
We really ought to know.
BARBARA DELAGE '52
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Jl(ter the £attle the Reward
Above is our class motto.
You will no doubt look upon it as
being rather incongruous, and perhaps
it will even cause you to smile. We
of the graduating class, however, will
not smile. To us, it has been a hard
fought battle. This has been the first
real obstacle in our young lives.
We have been on the offensive.
It is we who grappled with endeavor
and hardships, and sixteen of us have
overcome them. To be considered as
victors, fills us with an unexplainable
sense of pride that shall never be for-
gotten, for that is what we attained
while we fought together. We look
back sadly upon our comrades who
have dropped by the way. We realize
that all of us could not remain to see
On this day of June 23, 1949, we are
sixteen tired, battle-weary seniors. We
thank God, that for us our first con-
quest is won. We have earned our six-
teen credits and now we are entitled
to our reward. No — I do not mean our
diplomas. That is but a small part of
the spoils. Our great reward is that
now we are prepared to go out into
the world to conquer real obstacles and
in defeating them gain the reward
everyone works for — success — and
after that, if victory has been obtained
in decent ways, peace with Almighty
In June when the final bell rings,
each one in the Senior Class should re-
member that the twenty-third of June,
nineteen forty-nine does not mark the
end, but the beginning.
Four fleeting years have evidenced
the mark made upon Williamsburg
High School by the Seniors: sports, pro
merito, year book, school paper, and
most of all — school spirit; each has had
As the class ends its days here, each
member will open a different door. It
is up to the individual which door he
will open. No longer may be depend
on others to help him, for each one
must choose his own way in life.
After the Seniors have passed
through their chosen doors, some may
enter short and narrow halls; others,
halls long and wide, for some of the
halls are success and reward, and
some are failure.
As this class takes its place beside
classes of bygone years, may its mem-
bers find that success for which they
seek, and always remember: Don't let
this be the end, but the beginning.
NANCY DUNPHY '49
RETA ICE '50
This is the confession of a murder-
er. I write it, not because I regret my
act, but because I wish it to be com-
prehended by the men who would
otherwise persecute me for it.
First of all, I want you to under-
stand that I am not a potential mur-
derer — blood and lifeless flesh are
alien — even nauseating to me. Cer-
tainly no one who knows mc or has
known me would classify me as any-
one but a peace-loving, friendly man.
Perhaps you will ask yourself how
such a man could be a cold killer — a
seemingly repentless murderer?
Again, perhaps you will ask yourself
why I did not kill one of my few ene-
mies instead of a friend I loved — for
when you read my name signed be-
low you will realize that I was that
dead man's only true friend. You will
agree that it is difficult to take the life
of one you like so well, but it is even
worse to live with oneself and one's
conscience afterwards, and I am a
weak man. That is why this docu-
ment is my last — because I am weak,
and I will not live to face my crum-
bling conceptions of right and wrong.
I think he was my friend even be-
fore I met him. It was many years
ago; he was climbing the ladder of
fame then and his picture appeared
often in newspapers and periodicals;
I felt an instinctive liking for the clean-
cut face and the straightforward, hon-
est eyes. And then I met him, and we
were inseparable. Our likes and dis-
likes, our inspirations and beliefs,
were all fixed in a perfect friendship.
We helped each other up the lad-
der of success, then — at first I had
been a rung higher, then he, then I,
and my last encouraging campaign
boosted him to the top and he could
go no further, nor did he wish to. Suc-
cess was his, and mine too, for was
I not his friend, had we not worked
to where we were, together?
Yes, victory and success kept us
going from then on, along with hard
work, of course. Many had not liked
my friend before, and, as is so often
true, his sudden success made their
dislike grow deeper because they did
not share it too. But I was still his
friend. Everything went well for quite
a long interval, but I am afraid
things went too well. He began to
realize his success, too; and he lived
by it; he breathed it; his every ges-
ture was that of a man who knew how
good he was. Then things began to
go a little less smoothly; instead of
more friends won, it was more ene-
mies won. But I was still his friend.
Up to that time, his thoughts had
been for the people who had placed
their trust in him — he had been work-
ing for those people who had laid di-
verse fates in his hands. Then, he be-
gan to change. Along with success
and power came the shine of chrome,
the richness of good food, the smooth-
ness of the finer things of life. What
mattered that family in Texas if he
could send his family that new heli-
copter? What mattered the bill that
would help so many people if it would
win him the confidence of the major-
ity? He was doing good for these peo-
ple, didn't they realize it? Yes, how
could they when they were being
overshadowed by a cloud that al-
lowed no glimpse of the good to shine.
I knew he must be stopped before
it was too late, but how could he be
stopped? He didn't or wouldn't real-
ize his faults; the average person
could not even penetrate his studied
business-like briskness with words.
But wait; I was his friend; he would
listen to me. I would talk to him; he
would understand; he would retrace
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the road back to his old self and all
would be well. I would talk to him,
and the unselfish man whom I had
loved and who had captured the
trust of so many people would be
And so, I talked to him — I talked
and the words seemed silly and in-
appropriate in the same room with
his engaging personality. It was not
long before even I began to think all
those things had been my imagina-
tion — that after all he was not at fault.
That is what drove me to murder. I
could see his success crumbling the
lives of so many people — I could see
what he was doing, yet nothing I could
say could stop him. I could not endure
his subdued feasting on the prey as it
were, and I shot him. Even though I
was his friend and he trusted me, I
This is my confession. I am writing
it so that you whom it may concern will
understand, and so that no other inno-
cent man may be blamed or hanged
for a deed that now rests heavily on my
shoulders. I write it so that you will
know that I cannot live with my con-
science after performing a duty that is
God's alone. I write it to tell you that
he was basically a good man, and that
even good men sometimes begin to rot
from within. Let him be known as a
victor — let me be known as the friend
because I took his life.
I am going to shoot myself now.
What else is there to do — ? I have, less
than twenty-four hours ago, assassinat-
ed the President.
ANNE SABO '50
"jSotfs IStiW £e Soys'
Judy had just started to read the Life
of Van Johnson, when the telephone
rang. She jumped up to answer it, hop-
ing it would be her best friend, Lois. To
her disappointment, it wasn't. It was
Mrs. Johnson who lived a few houses
away. She asked,
"Judy, would you like to come over
and baby sit with my dear little boy,
"I wouldn't mind, in fact, I would
After the supper dishes were done,
Judy took her book and walked slowly
over to Mrs. Johnson's. From what she
had heard from Lois, William wasn't
such a dear little boy. She finally
reached the Johnson house, went up to
the door, and rang the bell.
Mr. Johnson answered the door.
"Hello, come right in and make your-
self at home." Judy went into the liv-
ing-room and sat down.
Very soon Mrs. Johnson came down
the stairs. "I'm sure William will be all
right. There are some cookies and
milk in the kitchen. I'm sure every-
thing will be fine. We'll probably be
home about 10:30. In case you need
us we'll be at Jones'."
Judy said good-night and went back
to the Life of Van Johnson. Just as she
came to the middle of the story, she
heard yelling from William's room. She
ran up-stairs and into his room. There
was dear little William hanging out of
the window yelling, "Look at me! I'm
Tarzan. Look at me!"
Judy grabbed him and pulled him in.
"You were a naughty boy to do that.
You could have been killed," she
"Oh, go fly a kite."
"Now get into bed and go to sleep,"
"But I want you to read to me!"
"Oh all right, but you must promise
to go straight to bed after I've finished."
He promised and Judy was soon read-
ing The Three Bears. Suddenly the
"There is a telephone in my mother's
room which is just down the hall." Judy
hurried to his mother's room. She tried
in vain to find the light switch, and
after stumbling over a half dozen
things she finally found it; no telephone
in that room. She started for the stairs.
Zing! She was at the bottom. One of
dear little William's marbles rolled
into a corner. She picked herself up
and limped over to the phone. "Hello."
"Hello, is this Mabel? Well this is
Eva, and have you heard about — "
"I'm sorry," interrupted Judy, "but
this is not Mabel."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," said the
voice on the other end of the line. Judy
hung up and slowly climbed the stairs.
She went into William's room but he
was nowhere to be seen. "William,
William." No answer. She looked
everywhere, but no William. She
called again, but no answer. She was
going to call Mrs. Johnson v/hen she
heard someone walking around in the
bathroom. She opened the door. There
was William putting on his mother's
make-up. The bathroom was in a
shambles. There was powder all over
the floor, lipstick on the sink and bath-
tub, and the room smelled to high heav-
en with perfume. "Oh dear," cried
"Don't I look pretty, Judy, don't I?"
"Oh yes, very pretty." Judy finally
got William washed and put to bed
and he was soon sound asleep. Judy
had just scrubbed the last mark off
the bathtub when Mr. and Mrs. John-
son came home. My, wasn't Judy glad
to see them.
Then Judy told them what had hap-
pened. Mrs. Johnson couldn't believe
her ears, but Mr. Johnson only laughed,
"Boys will be boys."
"Oh yes, thought Judy, boys certain-
ly will be boys."
JOAN DAMON '52
J he Ji
She heard the bell tinkle as the
door of the dingy apartment house
opened. The door was two flights
down, but the building was so dingy
and hollow, the bell echoed through
the entire hotel. She clutched the
edge of the bed; her knuckles showed
white. It couldn't be Jack. He could
never find her here. She heard the
footsteps on the first flight of stairs.
She shrank on the bed and listened.
That was his walk!! No!! How could
it be? She had been so careful. He
had sworn he would kill her if he
found her, but he didn't know where
she was, did he? In desperation she
pulled the gun from the top drawer
of the old bureau. Wait!! He was
walking down the hall on the floor
below. Yes! She could hear him. It
must be one of the men who lived
on that floor. She heaved a sigh and
put the gun away. How silly she was!
How could he find her? She had only
been out of the apartment once, and
that was to get groceries. The only
telephone calls she had made were
to Mable and to the plumber, to fix
that old pipe. How could he — wait!!
maybe Mable? — but no, Mable didn't
even know him. She went over and
picked up the coffee pot. A moment
later it clattered to the floor. She
swung around. Footsteps again!! The
same footsteps she had heard before,
and they were coming up the second
flight of stairs. They were his!! She
blanched with terror. He was walking
toward her room! Perspiration glis-
tened on her forehead, she shook all
over. She yanked the gun from the
drawer. The footfalls had stopped.
The stranger raised his fist to knock;
a shot rang out.
People who rushed in from neigh-
boring apartments found her lying
dead on the floor, a bullet through
her head. In questioning the stranger,
the police asked, "So, you say you
came to fix her?"
"No sir, you're kinda mixed up. I
came to fix the pipe. You see — I'm
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NANCY DUNPHY '49
It was about eleven at night, and I
had come home from the movies. Dur-
ing the day the police had put out an
alarm for a dangerous killer. They
gave a full description of the maniac,
and told everyone to be on the look-
out for him. I had just settled down in
my easy chair with a book and turned
the radio on. A few minutes later a
knock was heard on the door. I opened
it. Who should be there, but my moth-
er. She forgot her key.
LORRAINE RICHARDSON '49
As I walked by the dark warehouse
on the waterfront, all sorts of ideas
went through my mind because of the
darkness and shadows. In the distance
I heard the clicking of heels on cement.
The street lights were on, but the night
was very foggy and one couldn't see
ten feet in front of him. The clicking of
the heels stopped now and then; and
when they started again, they seemed
to increase in volume. After a few min-
utes of taking a step and then stopping,
a shape took form, coming out of the
fog. I stood as if frozen to the spot
as it came closer and closer. I then
noticed something in the shape's hand.
Hanging down by its side was a long
cylindrical object. Out of the fog
walked Mr. Clancey, the local cop on
the waterfront beat. Down by his side
he swung his night stick.
ALFRED PAPINEAU '49
Ray Black was sitting home one
night listening to the radio with his
wife when suddenly the phone rang.
It was his boss who wanted him to
come to the office and work overtime.
Mrs. Black was left alone. The night
was fierce. The rain was beating
down on the old house, and the thun-
der would shake it from top to bot-
tom. Suddenly, the lights went out,
and Mrs. Black was left sitting in the
dark. Her tiny little fingers began to
tremble just a little by now, when sud-
denly there was a bang, bang, bang
coming from the top of the stairs. She
frantically rushed to the cupboard
looking for a candle, when she dis-
tinctly heard footsteps coming down
the back stairs. Each step sounded
louder and louder, until suddenly with
a flash of lightning and a roar of
thunder the kitchen door burst open,
and a voice shrieked, "Mommy, Mom-
my, the window came loose and it's
raining all over my bed!"
HOWARD TILEY '49
lUiih a %sh
IEAN ELLEN HARLOW '51
To the Teachers of Burgy High
Sometimes the cross gets heavy
Especially when you're weary;
We may stumble and fall
But there's no need for call
We'll make it — with a push.
Oh, if no one were there
In this time of despair,
What would happen when we got
It's blessed we are
That they're not far
For I think they would not let us
They just look at us while
They speak out with a smile;
We'll make it — with a push.
If we shove all together
It is light as a feather
This terrible cross we must bear
If we try with some care
We're apt to get there
And we'll make it without any push.
JEAN ELLEN HARLOW '51
It was close to midnight and the
wind rustled the leaves on the trees.
The trees themselves cast a shadow
over the lawn and house. As I made
my way toward the door, I became
terrified, for I could see a figure
emerging from the shadows by the
side of the house. What could I do? If
I screamed, no one would hear me;
if I ran I might fall and be caught by
the pursuer. I had no right here and
would not be here if it were not im-
perative that the mystery about the
house be made known. The figure
was coming closer and I looked
around for a place to hide, but it was
too late — I fainted.
IRENE FERRON '49
Jl %onJer Ttthy
I wonder why the clear blue sky,
Always seems so very high,
And why the stars that shine at night,
Are always there so big and bright.
I wonder why the grass is green,
And why the air is never seen,
Why trees in winter are so bare,
What makes the sun shine way up
I wonder what makes the frogs all
What makes the oceans blue and
Why flowers bloom upon the hill,
What gives the winter air its chill.
I wonder what makes time fly,
And why the clouds go sailing by,
What makes the night so very dark,
What makes the pretty meadow lark.
I wonder why things have to be,
And why they seem so strange to me,
But I guess these things that seem so
All come from the Almighty God.
NANCY BICKFORD '52
Jl lii all in the llbooAs
A beautiful, sunny spring day,
A little girl strolling through the
Glancing at the ground, she sees a
Pink Lady Slipper.
Walking a little farther, she exclaims,
"Look! a Swamp Pink Bush!"
As she strolls along she notices the
The green leaves just coming out,
The robin chirping a happy little song.
Pausing a moment, she thinks of to-
morrow — Easter.
When I go to church I shall pray that
this may always be a Peaceful
This walk has made me see how
grateful I am for the wonderful
world God created for us.
At present we are at peace.
How grateful I am for peace.
My brother was killed in the war.
RUTH MERRITT '49
Jhe Koaa Jineai
Forward we go on the road of life,
Facing new struggles and harder
Hoping to win over all in the end,
Making a circle of smiling friends.
We may not all success attain,
The road is rocky on the way to fame;
Sneers and jeers may be cast our
As we trod wearily along at the end
ANN A. LEDUC '49
Where is the place where one's heart
Where does one rest in peace?
Where does one rest after long days?
Where does the world's rush cease?
There is the end of my journey
There's where I long to be
Not in the grip of life's madness,
Nor tossed on the world's busy sea.
Home ... is the place that I love so.
Home ... is the place that loves me.
Out of the rush of the world's cares
Home, happy home is for me.
JANE SMITH '51
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
1st row, left to right: Faculty advisor — Mrs. Grinnell, Reta Ice, Nancy Dunphy, Ann LeDuc,
Faculty advisor — Mr. Raymond Williamson, Theresa LaCourse.
2nd row: Anna Mae Sincage, Esther Loomis, Doris Shumway, Howard Tiley, Robert Durbin,
Ann Sabo, Murilyn Graves, Ruth Merritt.
"BURGY BULLET STAFF"
1st row, left to right: Alyce Kwiecinski, Joyce Baldwin, Anne Sabo, Allen Warner, Reta Ice,
Joyce Morin and Theresa LaCourse.
2nd row, left to right: Elaine Outhuse, Jean Harlow, Dorothy Golash, Jeannette Baldwin,
Irene Ferron, Esther Loomis and Dorothy Brewer.
3rd row, left to right: Nancy Dunphy, Ruth Merritt, Jane Smith, Philip Morin, Doris Shumway,
Ann LeDuc and Shirley Magdalenski.
Absent when picture was taken: Joan Damon.
1st row, left to right: Anne Sabo, Jane Smith, Murilyn Graves and Sally Adams.
2nd row, left to right: Dorothy Brewer, Arthur Clary, Burke Ray and Reta Ice.
The season started on November 10
when the annual practice debate tour-
nament was held in Northampton. Five
teams traveled there with Coach Ray-
mond Williamson. The program in-
cluded a speech and two practice de-
bates lor each team.
The league debates started with
Williamsburg against Westfield, and at
the close of these contests, four wins
out of ten were credited to Williams-
burg High School by the varsity teams,
and one win out of ten was the stand-
ing of the Junior Varsity.
On March 26 four members of the
Forensic League traveled to Hadley for
the Model Congress which is held an-
nually. The day proved interesting and
our students showed themselves well
prepared for the bills which were pre-
At the close of the year, declama-
tions were given by the students in the
fields in which they did superior work.
V/e wish to congratulate Sally Adams,
Dorothy Brewer, Reta Ice, and Jane
Smith who have become members of
the National Forensic League and Ar-
thur Clary, Murilyn Graves, Reta Ice,
and Anne Sabo who obtained higher
degrees. Our coach, Mr. Williamson,
also received membership in the or-
ganization this year.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
GIRL'S GLEE CLUB
1st row, left to right: Sylvia Nye, Arlene Sears, Alyce Kwiecinski, Anna Mae Sincage, Ruth
Bisbee, Marion Johnson, Doris Shumway, Alice Curtis, Joyce Morin.
2nd row: Elaine Outhuse, Lorraine Richardson, Jeannette Baldwin, Ruth Merritt, Reta Ice,
Esther Loomis, Nancy Dunphy, Dorothy Golash, Jean Harlow.
3rd row: Ruth McAvoy, Marjorie Sanderson, Alice Barker, Molly Pomeroy, Jane Smith, Ann
Sabo, Murilyn Graves, Ann LeDuc, Shirley Magdalenski, Nancy Bickford.
Absent: Joyce Colson, Audrey Filkins.
BOYS' GLEE CLUB
1st row, left to right: Robert Liimatainen, John Warner, Elson Hathaway, Edward Merritt,
2nd row: Robert Ames, Bruce Purrington, Harry Pomeroy, Lawrence Snape, Burke Ray.
3rd row: Gilbert Sears, Allen Warner, John Maggs, Warren McAvoy.
Absent: Richard Houghton.
Jhe C/ue o| me Red Ribbon
The Senior Class play was the hit of the year and the girls did a fine job.
The only disappointment came to some of the girls in the audience. The lack
of a single hero in it! But by the time the last curtain had been rung down and
the applause was sounding noisily around the room, it had been proved that
an all-girl cast can produce a successful play. Everyone was completely
The play showed that everyone had had careful training both in cues and
directions. Mr. Parent was a real director. He had the girls living their parts.
Esther Loomis along with her companions portrayed young city girls who
had come to the mountains for a vacation. Her companions included Theresa
LaCourse, Ruth Merritt, Irene Ferron, Ann LeDuc and Dorothy Golash.
Mary Sroczek was actually in her part from beginning to end. She played
the part of a school teacher, acting as chaperone who had lost her engage-
The ring actually had been taken by one of the girls, who hoped to make
Arlene Sears and Nancy Dunphy leave the group. You might have thought
these two girls had lived in the country all their lives, they played their parts
The curtain came down on a happy ending the night of March 25 after
it had been put before the public for the fifth time.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
1st row, left to right: Ruth Merritt, Anne Sabo, lane Smith, Ann LeDuc and Theresa
2nd row, left to right: Elaine Outhuse, Mary Sroczek, Murilyn Graves, Marlene Shay and
3rd row, left to right: Doris Shumway, Allen Warner, Gilbert Sears and Betty Hathaway.
Absent when picture was taken: Audrey Filkins.
Seated, left to right: Jane Smith. Sylvia Nye, Sondra Black and Joan Culver.
Standing, left to right: David Heath, Murilyn Graves, Elson Hathaway and Ruth McAvoy.
1st row, left to right: loan Bachand, Jeannette Baldwin, Dorothy Golash, Capt. Doris
Shumway, Reta Ice, Marilyn Black and Lorraine Richardson.
2nd row, left to right: Alyce Kwiecinski, Joan Baldwin, Joan Damon, Mary Graves, Eileen
O'Brien, Arlene Sears, Lucia Penfield and Joyce Baldwin.
This year the Williamsburg High School girls were very fortunate in
being directed in athletics by Miss Doris Skrivars, a fine leader. This year
there were many new players from the freshman class, and although it was
an unsuccessful year, the girls tried hard and displayed good sportsmanship.
Four very good players: namely, Doris Shumway, Dorothy Golash, Jeannette
Baldwin, and Lorraine Richardson will be lost to our squad next year by
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
1st row, left to right: Eugene Penfield, Elson Hathaway, Capt. John Maggs, Herbert Nye and
2nd row, left to right: James Magdalenski, Harry Pomeroy, Robert McCord, Gilbert Sears,
Donald Baldwin and Philip Morin.
Absent when pictures were taken: Richard Houghton and Earl Richardson.
1st row, left to right: Doris Shumway, Jean Harlow, Joyce Morin and Capt. Reta Ice
2nd row, left to right: Anna Mae Sincage, Dorothy Brewer, Sylvia Nye and Alyce
1st row, left to right: Charles Anthony and Wilbur Loomis.
2nd row, left to right: Jimmy Magdalenski, Herbert Nye, Charles Mollison, Henry Warner,
Gordon Cranston, Donald Pringle and Philip Morin.
3rd row, left to right: Elson Hathaway, Alfred Papineau, Donald Baldwin, Robert McCord,
Peter Shumway, Eugene Penfield and Robert Liimatainen.
4th row, left to right: Gilbert Sears, John Maggs, Allen Warner, Robert Durbin, Howard
Tiley and Charles Warner.
Absent when picture was taken: Earl Richardson.
Up to date the Williamsburg High
baseball team has played five games.
During a game with Huntington High
Alfred Papineau, the star pitcher of
the Burgy team, was injured when he
slid into third base. Because of the ac-
cident, Alfred will be unable to play
for the rest of the year.
The boys have the "New Look" this
year with the new uniforms which they
The scores for this year so far are as
Williamsburg 3 Huntington 7
Williamsburg 4 .... Sanderson Acad. 21
Williamsburg 5 Clarke School 7
Williamsburg 9 Huntington 3
Williamsburg 4 Clarke School 7
ROBERT DURBIN '49
1. Seniors in New York. 2. Seniors in New York, 3. Chaperones Mrs. Nuttleman and Esther
Johnson, 4. Seniors in New York, 5. Seniors in New York, 6. Ruth Merritt, 7. Ann LeDuc.
8. Irene Ferron, 9. Seniors in New York, 10. Irene Ferron.
1. Nancy Dunphy, 2. Doris Shumway, 3. Ann LeDuc, 4. Arlene Sears, 5. Dorothy Golash,
6. Lorraine Richardson, 7. leannette Baldwin, 8. Howard Tiley.
DAYS OF OUR YOUTHS
1. Mary Sroczek, 2. Lorraine Richardson, 3. Doris Shumway, 4. Nancy Dunphy, 5. Arlene
Sears, 6. Robert Durbin, 7. Ann LeDuc, 8. Irene Ferron, 9. Esther Loomis, 10. Theresa
LaCourse, 11. Ruth Merritt.
CLASS OF 1948
Robert Collins — Student at Univer-
sity of Massachusetts.
Palma Ingellis — at home.
Barbara Outhuse — Student at Sar-
gent's School in Boston.
Shirley Nichols — Student at Univer-
sity of Massachusetts.
Shirley Shumway — Student at Bur-
bank Hospital School of Nursing in
Marilyn Williams — Student at Com-
mercial College in Northampton.
Ruth Wells— At home.
Laura Lloyd — At home.
Russell Warner — In the U. S. Army.
Viola Fraser — Student at American
International College in Springfield.
Mae Sanderson — Employed in the
office of Williamsburg High School.
June Demerski — Employed in the
office of the Haydenville Co.
OFFICERS OF THE ALUMNI
President Clarence Larkin
Vice-President . . Margaret Trainor
Secretary Joseph Soltys
Treasurer Doris Sincage
Executive Committee: Elizabeth Burke,
Robert Nash, George Munson, Mrs.
Dorothy Colburn, Thomas Barrus
Name Year Graduated
Frank Wells Munson
Ernestine Eleanor Warren
Ruth Grace Erickson
Albert Edward Warner
Norma Emma Nietsche
Ronald Melvin Emrick
Ruth May Beebe
Francis Patrick Molloy
Marie Adeline Rousseau
Bernard Joseph Miller
Rita Jeanette Lupien
William A. Ryan
Daughter to Hans Nietsche 1935
Son to Bob Otis 1937
Son to Ruth Evans Lawton 1939
Daughter to Mary Noyes Waddell 1943
Son to Norman Graves 1934
Daughter to Don Otis 1939
Daughter to Anna Baj Meehan 1934
Daughter to Bob Merritt 1930
Son to Hazel Packard Taylor 1939
Daughter to Marion Culver Atkins 1943
Son to Betty Lou Harlow Sylvester 1943
Daughter to Charles A. Bisbee Jr. 1935
Son to Arlene Sabo Harry 1943
Son to Charlotte Brooks Ray 1944
Son to Esther Mollison Korowski 1941
Daughter to Florence Packard Eldred
Daughter to George Judd 1933
Daughter to Winthrop A. Stone 1940
Son to June Bowker Newell 1941
Robert Newell 1941
Son to Thomas W. Barrus 1930
Son to Shirley Rhodes Miesse 1940
Daughter to George Waller 1929
Daughter to Richard Culver 1941
Daughter to Albert Mosher Jr. 1935
Son to Martha Deane Townsely 1943
Daughter to Norma Nietsche Brown
Son to Hans Nietsche 1935
Son to Raymond Johndrow 1940
Son to Audrey Jones Marvell 1942
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